If Felih must be one of the only Miqo'te in all of Ishgard after the cold of the Calamity drove them out, then he may as well have fun with it and make all the subtle cat jokes he can. At the very least, it seems to help disarm the oft-suspicious Ishgardians, and Felih is ever the sort to try and extend a hand first.

His ears perk up at that barest hint of a smile, though, and he relaxes a little more. "Ah, 'tis nothing so obtrusive, I should hope," he says with a laugh. "I merely wish to know of the men under the armor, so to speak." He's learned by now that the Heavens' Ward were a wary and suspicious lot- or at least, judging by Grinnaux and Paulecrain. "And in doing so, hopefully convince you that my companions and I aren't heretics?" he laughs.

"At least if you've the time for a chat. You all seem to be quite a busy lot."